De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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De L'Orme.: The Works of G. P. R. James, Esq., Vol. XVI.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
The matter was now clear; my good friend, the Capuchin, who was kindly
giving me his advice and assistance, seeming all the while most
anxious that I should recover my loss, and assuring me that it was a
momentary run of ill luck, which must change within five minutes, took
care, at the same time, to communicate to my adversary, by signs above
my head, the cards I had in my hand, and what I was likely to play.
What was to be done I knew not. To be cheated in so barefaced a manner
was unendurable; and yet, how to avoid paying what I lost, unless I
could prove the fraud, was a question difficult to solve. In this
dilemma, I resolved to wake my faithful Houssaye, by touching his foot
under the table, at the moment the Capuchin was executing his fraud.
What was my joy then, when, on glancing towards the _ci-devant_
trumpeter, I perceived his eyes twinkling brightly just above his
arms, notwithstanding that he still pretended to sleep, and I
immediately saw that he had, from the first, appreciated the talents
of my companions.
My resolution was instantly taken; and letting the game proceed to its
most anxious point, I saw, in the accidental mirror that the wine
afforded me, the signs of the worthy Capuchin proceeding with vast
celerity, when, starting suddenly up, I caught his wrist, as the hand
was in the very act, and held it there with all the vigour of a young
and powerful frame, excited to unusual energy by anger and
indignation.
Houssaye was upon his feet in a moment, and, catching the collar of
the black cavalier, who was beginning to swear some very big oaths, he
flung him back upon the ground with little ceremony, at the same time
dislodging from the lawn frills which adorned his wrists a pair of
dice, that the honest gentleman kept there to meet all occasions.
For a minute or two the presence of mind, which is part of a sharper's
profession, abandoned our two amiable companions; the Capuchin,
especially, remaining without motion of any kind, his mouth open, his
eyes staring, and his hands up in the air, with three fingers
extended, exactly in the same attitude as he was when I detected his
knavery. He soon, however, recovered himself, and jerking his hand out
of my grasp with a force I knew not he possessed, he burst into a fit
of laughter--"Very good; very good indeed," cried he: "so you have
found it out. Well, are you not very much obliged to us for the
lesson? Remember it, young man; remember it, to the last day you have
to live; for you may chance to fall into the hands of sharpers, from
whom you may not escape very easily."
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